Yang Chen naturally knew where to draw the line in this matter. He agreed repeatedly. "Leave this matter to this junior."
"Mm, that will do. When you have time in the future, come to the Five Inheritance Palaces more often. Daoist Lingxi and I will guide you in every aspect," Daoist Shenhuo said unhurriedly.
Hearing this, Yang Chen's lips curled upward. He then cupped his hands and took his leave.
He naturally understood Daoist Shenhuo's meaning. Now that Daoist Shenhuo had heard about Bai Xing, he was likely also impatient to leave the Five Inheritance Palaces.
Having returned to reality, Yang Chen first surveyed his surroundings. Only after confirming that no one was nearby did he relax.
And so, the next day arrived, and he continued his usual patrol.
While patrolling, that mysterious voice still surfaced from time to time, reaching Yang Chen's ears with perfect clarity. The voice was filled with mournful sorrow, yet Yang Chen did not dare act rashly.
Over these past days, more and more news regarding the Six Directions Grand Competition had spread, and Yang Chen had no choice but to prepare. After all, he too needed to contribute to the Six Directions Grand Competition.
And so, five days passed.
On the sixth day, Yang Chen continued his usual patrol. During today's patrol, that mysterious voice still lingered in his ears. Yet unlike the previous days, the fragments of that voice gradually connected, forming a complete sentence.
Yang Chen listened carefully and could make out the meaning the voice was conveying.
"Save me!"
Yes, the more he listened, the clearer it became. The deeper he delved, the more he understood. Someone was using an extraordinarily high Soul Realm to call for his help.
But Yang Chen paid it no heed. The voice was intermittent, and